Once Fang Zhengzhi’s question came, Zhang Yangping and the rest of the Northern Mountain Village hunting squad suddenly quietened down. Looking around, their gaze fleeted among one another.
Zhang Yangping looked at Fang Zhengzhi, his mouth moved. A few times, he wanted to speak, but yet swallowed his words.
Fang Zhengzhi knew that this question would be tough to answer, but if he didn’t understand the truth, he would definitely be unsatisfied.
But, he didn’t rush them. Because, he knew that if he forced Zhang Yangping and the hunting squad, the answer he received would probably not be true.
They had to be truly willing to do it.
A few of the Northern Mountain Village, seeing that both Zhang Yangping and Fang Zhengzhi remained silent, began to peel off the Blue Fire Wolf’s skin. Witnessing this scene, Fang Zhengzhi mind wavered, and finally made a firm resolution.
"Little brother, what is your name?"
"Fang Zhengzhi."
